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Subject: Repost: Fantasia--Suffering Students 25/25
From: pamela7@juno.com
Date: 1997/05/01
Message-Id: <33691e93.22961160@NNTP.ix.netcom.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
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SUFFERING STUDENTS 25/25
by V.P. Viddler
25
And now at last it was the big day.
The last day of school.
Gloria's day.
No one stayed home that day. Certainly nobody of the male
persuasion. All morning you could almost hear the hum of excitement
througuout the building.
I thought all morning long of Gloria, sitting in class, walking
through the halls, knowing what was coming. And all the people around
her, watching her, knowing. How exquisite it was! I wanted a look at
Gloria that morning, but I was too busy. Arranging things.
At lunchtime the cafeterial was packed. Practically everybody in
school was in that room, students and faculty. Waiting. Holding their
breath with anticipation. It was obvious there would be no classes
that afternoon. The term was going to end right there in the
lunchroom. With the biggest, longest bang anyone had ever participated
in. It was going to be an orgy to end all orgies.
For it was not only Gloria who would provide our entertainment. I
had set out a truly varied feast. There was Holly, of course. I had
her hanging by her wrists in one corner. And there was Joanna,
kneeling on the floor with her arms and legs lashed to a table leg.
And there was Ginny, my college girl, who I had instructed to crawl
around among the audience, sucking anybody who would let her. Also,
there was Jill, Dr. Pratt's nubile and no longer virginal daughter,
whom Pratt had brought screaming and struggling into school, and whom
I had bound sitting on a table in the position in which I had found
Judy, arms high, legs wide, and gagged, so that her frantic howling
would not detract too much from our party. And finally there was our
dear teacher, Miss Anger--Rachel--back from her long and painful
journey, standing in another corner, on her toes, tied to the ceiling
by that long yellow hair, hands lashed behind her, voluptuous body
straining and writhing.
All of these sideshows were appreciated, and all of them would be
thoroughly enjoyed by many of the spectators in the course of the long
afternoon. But naturally, the main attraction, the center of
attention, the reason why all this was happening in the fist
place--was Gloria. My beautiful blonde Gloria, who most of these
people had watched day after day, naked, humiliated, degraded,
debased. And yet on this day it was as if they were to see it for the
first time. As of course in certain particulars was the case. Nobody
had seen Gloria fucked. Except me. Nobody had fucked her. Except me.
And today--as I had said from the beginning many months ago--today was
the day everybody got to fuck Gloria.
And they couldn't wait.
It was exactly noon when Gloria came through the door.
And stopped, going swiftly pale at the size of the crowd.
But though it was the biggest crowd of all, there was not a sound
in that room.
Absolute silence.
I saw Gloria almost turn and run. I saw her struggling with that
notion, saw her recall what would happen if she did. Saw the utter
hopeless despair in her face and her body.
It was the moment of my triumph.
I stood up.
"As usual, Gloria," I said.
Gloria looked at me once. Just once.
And then she took off her clothes.
It was like the very first time. No. It was better.
I waited until Gloria was naked. She looked at me again, across
the room. I just nodded.
And Gloria, with only a tiny moment of hesitation, got down on
her knees. Then on all fours. And the crowd parted as if by Moses'
rod, clearing a path the length of that room between Gloria and me.
And Gloria, once again, crawled across that floor, crawled slowly past
all those silent, watching men--and women--crawled to my feet, and
stopped.
"All right, Gloria," I said. "You don't have to suck anybody
today. Not right now, anyway. You've already sucked off everybody in
school. And now they all get to fuck you. I promised they would.
Remember, Gloria?"
Gloria nodded, head bowed.
"Answer me," I said.
"Yes," Gloria said chokingly.
"Okay," I said. "Do you want to say anything now, Gloria? Before
you fuck for all of us? Do you?"
"No," Gloria whispered.
"Okay," I said. "Get up, Gloria."
Gloria had some difficulty getting up, because she was shaking so
bad her legs would barely hold her. I waited though.
"On the table, Gloria," I said. "Lie down. On your back."
I had to help her onto the table. I think Gloria was about to ask
me for mercy, but she saw how futile that would be. With a tiny sob
she lay down.
"Spread, Gloria," I said.
Gloria obeyed.
"I'm going to make it easier for you," I said, and I brought out
my ropes. "So you won't have to worry about falling off."
"No," Gloria said. "Don't tie me."
"Darling Gloria," I said, and I tied her spread-eagled on that
hard yellow table, lashing each wrist and ankle to a corner leg,
stretching that fabulous body as tight as I could, making her
fantastic breasts thrust up and out, pink nipples staring at the
ceiling, and pulling those mouth-watering curving legs so far apart
that the tendons rippled fascinatingly under that smooth flesh with
the strain.
Tears were running from Gloria's eyes.
I put one hand lovingly on that helpless body and said, "All
right. Who's first?"
Dr. Pratt stepped forward. "As principal of Abraham Lincoln High
School," he said, "I believe I have that honor."
"Absolutely," I said, and moved aside.
Dr. Pratt took his pants off for Gloria. He put his hands on her
breasts and squeezed hard, and then thrust into her with one brutal
lunge. Gloria gave a cry as though her virginity had been ripped away.
And maybe in a way it had. Anyhow Pratt screwed the hell out of her.
And then, by order of rank, came the other faculty members and
instructors, Mr. Gibbs of course among them.
After that, it was the students' turn. I had planned to have them
go at Gloria alphabetically, but it was finally decided they would all
draw lots. So everybody had his number and it was relatively orderly.
One after another, everybody fucked Gloria. Some took longer, some
shorter, some were rough, others gentle, but they all had her.
It went on all afternoon, hour after hour, and all the time it
was going on I was standing there watching. Watching Gloria take it. I
kept her aware, too. Aware of the fact that that beautiful, straining
body was being callously raped, over and over again. And aware that I
was watching, loving her shame and her pain and her suffering and her
helplessness, loving every minute of it. Smiling down on her as her
mass rape went endlessly on.
Most of the crowd, when they had finished with Gloria, amused
themselves with Holly and Joanna and Ginny and Jill and Rachel Anger.
Their screams and pleadings filled the room.
It was a terrific party, and it went on until it was dark. But
finally they all left and Gloria and I were alone. I was the only one
who hadn't fucked Gloria that day.
"Gloria," I said. "It was marvellous! And it will be better next
term."
"No!" Gloria gasped. "I'm graduating!"
"Wrong," I said. "I fixed it with Pratt."
"No! No!"
"You have an alternative," I said.
"What?"
"Marry me."
Gloria nodded and began to cry and I fucked her.
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